Tuesday, November 30, 2010

T-day, upcoming movies, no luck

The Thanksgiving meal was a success.  The turkey came out real good, the potatoes were awesome, & I didn't have much else.  Not a stuffing guy.  The baby always has a great time when we go up there, running around the big living room, chasing the animals.  Speaking of animals, things don't look good for their dog, Lightning.  She suffered a stroke (or some other debilitating affliction) and she is not long for this world.  She is a really sweet dog & we will all be sad to see her go.

On other topics, I just read that Eddie Izzard is filming a version of Treasure Island.  Having just read the book for one of Emily's classes, I'm very intrigued.  I know it will be at least a year before I get the chance to see it, but it sounds exciting.  Tom Hanks' new movie Larry Crowne should be out in 2011. I & I'm sure all his other Twitter followers are looking forward to that.  Julia Roberts, Bryan Cranston, Cedric the Entertainer.  Should be good. Green Hornet might be good too.  I like Seth Rogen. 

Still no luck finding a bass player either for my band or for the cover band I'm trying to create for the carnival at Emily's school in March. 

I'm tired.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

To protect and serve who?

I have a complaint about the police.  I've grown up and I no longer fear and avoid them, as I have nothing to hide, but I have a new set of problems with them.  Mainly this: When most city police I see around are on patrol, they don't obey most of the traffic laws.  They set a very bad example for other drivers by not using turn signals, not stopping at intersections, and passing when/where they shouldn't pass.  I understand that on the one hand they don't have to worry about getting tickets because they never will, so why bother?  But on the other hand, the reason people are supposed to use turn signals when turning or changing lanes is for the safety of other drivers on the road.  So just because they don't have to worry about getting a ticket, does that mean that they don't have to worry about safety and courtesy and other drivers?  Just because you don't have to doesn't mean you shouldn't.
I believe it is tied in with the insecurities and inadequacies of many of the people who choose to become police officers, because then they feel they won't be pushed around or made fun of, because they have a gun and they can act tough.  People who feel inadequate either drive giant trucks which serve no purpose, or they become police who serve no purpose.  Drive fast, cut people off, & generally make yourself feel superior even though you have a tiny d***.  Good luck with that.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Xmas bonus!

The little lady & I are going to make a Thanksgiving meal for my family: that is, those who have chosen to join us.  Apparently my family consists of both oil and water.  I'm like a lava lamp in the middle of it.  That's one of the things about being emotionally stable: you're expected to be understanding of everyone.  The crazy ones don't think they're crazy, & so why wouldn't I understand them?  & the other crazy ones... wait.  This is kind of a one-sided coin.  In the original story of Peter Pan there is a line where Barrie says that Peter "had a mischievous way of stealing up behind [stars] and trying to blow them out."  To this I say, stars have no backside.  You can't get behind them.  They have a top and a bottom, so like many things in life they can be flipped upside down, but even that is a matter of perspective, isn't it?  So like the stars you can't really get behind the crazy people.  Not only do they have a tendency to be paranoid, but they don't look in the directions one would expect, so it's hard to anticipate where the 'safe zones' would be.
There's only one reason I'm not as crazy as the rest of them.
Anyway, we took the baby to see Santa last night at the South Coast Plaza.  The guy running the joint (you'd think Santa would be in charge, but no, they've got some jackass immigrant in a blue shirt f*ing things up for us) was not very understanding of our plight, which was that Lils would not stop crying on the big guy's lap, so we didn't get any good pictures.  We had a real nice dinner though, up the road at The Habit hamburger grill.  Everything was good there.  The hamburger was pretty awesome (I had the double char, easy mayo), the club sandwich got high marks from the lady, & little Lilah pretty much polished off the grilled cheese, & couldn't get enough of the applesauce.  The fries were great, & not like everybody else's.  We would without doubt go there again.  Even the other customers were nice, even though we were in Orange County.  Even. 
So Emily is almost done with this semester of school, I'm almost ready to start building the time-out bench for the kid, & we think she's almost ready to know how to use it, though we're well into thinking she needs it.  I love my little family, & I do my best to tolerate the broader sense of the word.  I don't think my in-laws like me that much, except for the mother.  She thinks I'm pretty great, but she doesn't like to talk to me directly.  I'll be sitting in the living room, my wife is in the kitchen, and Linda will be sitting on the couch where I can see her & she'll call into the next room, "ask David if he wants..."  But she doesn't think a thing of walking in & butting into a conversation we're having with her painfully obvious observations.  "You don't want to go out if it's raining or you'll get all wet!"  That's not a direct quote, but it's representative of the caliber of comments she'll make.  I don't want to get mean so I'll stop there. 
Work is great; got the holiday schedule today with four paid days off.  The people I'm not that fond of are moving away from my cube.  I got free donuts just now, left over from an upper-level meeting.  Things are good.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Bright Lights

Another slow day at work.  Fridays are like this a lot of the time. 
They just installed all new lighting in the office.  Awful, harsh, bright fluorescent light.  Makes everything white glow like ultraviolet.  I hope I can get used to it, or else I'll get one of those bookie eye shade things. 

Delilah still doesn't like to go to sleep at night.  Last night we ducked out to the sofa bed after she fell asleep in our bed.  She did NOT like that.  Woke up around 3:30 & screamed, when she usually just crawls out of bed & comes to find us.  I don't know what was up with her.  So I went in & changed her diaper, but she wouldn't calm down until Mommy came in & lay down with her.  Even then she wouldn't risk going back to sleep, lest we take off on her again.  So she stayed awake & poking Mommy in the eye until about 7 a.m.  None of us got much sleep.  Of course, she's sleeping like a baby now.  Oh, she'll see.  One day she'll get this back in spades.  I don't know what that expression means, but she will when her time comes. 

It's my mom's birthday today.  I think she turns 61.  She & her husband are finally moving out of their trailer!  Then they're going to move the trailer, then they're going to move back into it.  Oh well.  To each his own little piece of mobile heaven.  Mine would be a motorbike.  I'm still licensed for a motorcycle.  I'll get one again in the next few years.  Oh crap, I just looked at my license & it's two months expired.  I wonder why the DMV didn't send me anything.  Okay, so I'm not licensed for a motorcycle.  I'm not licensed at all!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Moving on

I've been keeping a blog (look at the ones I'm following) for about a year, but it's associated with an old Google account which I no longer use, so in order to post to it I had to log out of the account I use all the time & then try to remember what my account ID & password are, & then when I go back to my Google mailbox it's that other one that serves me no purpose. 
I thought about copying each of those entries into this one, but I realized a couple of things: One, there's kind of a lot of them, & they span quite a bit of time so they're on many different pages, & so it would be a real PITA to copy them over, & Two, I wouldn't mind being disassociated with some of the things I said over there.  I guess I don't really think about what I'm saying & how it will look to future me, nevermind how it looks to anyone else.

Okay, so my baby girl was born almost a year and a half ago, & started walking on August 29th of this year.  She's one of my prides & joys.  Besides her I have a pretty sweet set of Danelectro guitar and bass, a Fender Hot Rod Deluxe, and an Ampeg combo.  Unfortunately I have no band to play with.  When I go back & read this in a few months I will think how petty & selfish I seem, focusing on stuff like this.  Nobody cares about this crap.  Why do I bother?  I'll work on figuring this out.  Slah.